Joshua Tree
male, 35 |
Dead Man Not Even Walking
Out / In The World
member since 27.10.2007
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Another Christmas, another year. One thing never changed over last 13 years, me and my bottles of Whiskey in the holiday season.
Merry Christmas to those, who can enjoy it.
Loneliness is a town Where everyone else is dead. The streets are clean, The street-markets empty, Suddenly everything's in a true light Through being deserted - exactly The way it was meant to be. Loneliness is a city Where it's always snowing Prodigiously, and no footsteps ever Profane the layered Drift of the light.
This earth will grow cold,
a star among stars
and one of the smallest,
a gilded mote on blue velvet--
I mean this, our great earth.
This earth will grow cold one day,
not like a block of ice
or a dead cloud even
but like an empty walnut it will roll along
in pitch-black space ...
You must grieve for this right now
--you have to feel this sorrow now--
for the world must be loved this much
if you're going to say "I lived" |
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